The way you stare and look at me
The way I love you, can't you see?
It's the way that we could be.
The way you move, the way you talk.
The way blink, the way you walk.
The way that you just can't see
It's the way we could be
The way you talk to other girls
As I sit and pla y with my curls
The fact that you plainly can't see
It's the way we could be.
The way I wish I could kiss you goodnight
The way I push back these tears I fight
The way you can't tell it's me
It's the way we'll always be.
The way you came back, having fought your fear
The way I feel the trickle of a tear
The way I love you, can't you see
It's the way that we should be.
The way I wish I could tell you
The way you'd laugh, although it's true
The way that I wish you'd look 'round and see
That the one for you is me.
I put down and pen and stare at the poem. It was perfect. Well, almost perfect. The only thing missing was the one to whom it was written to read it, and to pull me into a triumphant kiss as you gently caress my hair. But that's just another of a dream. For a year, now, you've thought that I was over you. How wrong you were. I just learned how to deal with it. It's not like I've never been kissed, but it may as well have been. The first? Neville Longbottom. Wow that one was bad. The only reason I let him kiss me was becuase we were under the mistletoe. I also felt sorry for him. He may not be kissed again by a girl until his late 20's. And the second? Micheal Corner. That one was much better. But then I saw him kiss another girl, a girl who just happens to be connected to you. He kissed Cho Chang when he thought no one was watching. But I was. I went up to him and slapped him across the face. Cho didn't realize who I was. Then, a week later, she yelled at you in that stupid tea shop. She had been dating Micheal all along. During that week that may as well have been eternity, I was waiting for you to see it. To come up to me and ask me to Hogsmeade. But you didn't. So, I went to Hogsmeade with Seamus. He was nice, but not you. It's stupid to dwell over it. That was last year. And I'm sitting here, supposed to be studying for my O.W.L.'s, which are 4 weeks away. But I just can't. Suddenly, my eyelids bein to droop. I look at my watch. 2:55 A.M. I decide to save the studying for tommarow. It is only Divination. I start to get up, but fatigue overwhelms me. I fall asleep at the table, diary and star charts and Potions books still opened on the table.
The way I love you, can't you see?
It's the way that we could be.
The way you move, the way you talk.
The way blink, the way you walk.
The way that you just can't see
It's the way we could be
The way you talk to other girls
As I sit and pla y with my curls
The fact that you plainly can't see
It's the way we could be.
The way I wish I could kiss you goodnight
The way I push back these tears I fight
The way you can't tell it's me
It's the way we'll always be.
The way you came back, having fought your fear
The way I feel the trickle of a tear
The way I love you, can't you see
It's the way that we should be.
The way I wish I could tell you
The way you'd laugh, although it's true
The way that I wish you'd look 'round and see
That the one for you is me.
I put down and pen and stare at the poem. It was perfect. Well, almost perfect. The only thing missing was the one to whom it was written to read it, and to pull me into a triumphant kiss as you gently caress my hair. But that's just another of a dream. For a year, now, you've thought that I was over you. How wrong you were. I just learned how to deal with it. It's not like I've never been kissed, but it may as well have been. The first? Neville Longbottom. Wow that one was bad. The only reason I let him kiss me was becuase we were under the mistletoe. I also felt sorry for him. He may not be kissed again by a girl until his late 20's. And the second? Micheal Corner. That one was much better. But then I saw him kiss another girl, a girl who just happens to be connected to you. He kissed Cho Chang when he thought no one was watching. But I was. I went up to him and slapped him across the face. Cho didn't realize who I was. Then, a week later, she yelled at you in that stupid tea shop. She had been dating Micheal all along. During that week that may as well have been eternity, I was waiting for you to see it. To come up to me and ask me to Hogsmeade. But you didn't. So, I went to Hogsmeade with Seamus. He was nice, but not you. It's stupid to dwell over it. That was last year. And I'm sitting here, supposed to be studying for my O.W.L.'s, which are 4 weeks away. But I just can't. Suddenly, my eyelids bein to droop. I look at my watch. 2:55 A.M. I decide to save the studying for tommarow. It is only Divination. I start to get up, but fatigue overwhelms me. I fall asleep at the table, diary and star charts and Potions books still opened on the table.